An old cowpoke went out on a dark and windy day Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way When all at once a mighty herd of red-eyed cows he saw A-plowing through the ragged sky and up a cloudy draw Yipppie aye-aaa, yippie aye-ooh, ghost herd in the sky Their brands were still on fire and their hooves were made of steel Their horns wer black and shining and their hot breath he could feel A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through the sky For he saw the riders coming hard and he heard their mournful cry Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh, ghost riders in the sky Their faces gaunt their eyes were blurred and shirts all soaked with sweat They're riding hard to catch that head but they ain't caught them yet 'Cause they've got to ride forever on that range up in the sky On horses snorting as they ride and hear their awful cry Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh, ghost riders in the sky As the riders loped on by him he heard one call his name If you want to save your soul from hell a-riding on our range Then cowboy change your ways today or with us you will ride A-trying to catch the devil's herd across these endless skies Yippie-aye-aaa, yippie-aye-ooh, ghost riders in the sky